My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1587
The Rampaging Sasquatch didn’t seem to be the type to gain respect for pervertedness. Plus, the only woman I had with me was Alysia, and she was a bit busy acting as my sword at the moment. My only choice was to go all out and fight the Sasquatch. As long as I could build up some hits on it, I believed that I could eventually bring it down. I would need to depend on my healing to get me through this battle.
The sasquatch threw numerous long and wide swings with the trunk it was holding, and I kept jumping back as it knocked down tree after tree. Thankfully, its violent nature meant that most of the other monsters had already fled the area, so I didn’t need to worry about being jumped.
I used several successive quick attacks, depending on Alysia’s sharpness to cut through the iron-like hide that he had. Every time I struck him, he would howl with rage and become even more violent. My only option was to jump away and flee, and that still left me getting hit a few times. At least the Sasquatch earned its name. I imagined this was what fighting a barbarian with the rage ability felt like. The more I damaged him, the harder it became to get the next strike on him. Soon, I was on pure defense.
The Rampaging Sasquatch let out a roar, leaping up into the air. Realizing my chance, I leaped up as well, not allowing it a chance to do an attack from above. As I met the Rampaging Sasquatch in the air, it seemed surprised to see me. I used Created Step as support and then launched an attack. The Rampaging Sasquatch blocked it, but the attack was intended to harm it, but knock it higher into the air. I pushed off from the step, following the Rampaging Sasquatch.
The sasquatch had intended to use his momentum and the power of gravity to cause more damage, but as soon as he launched himself in the air, he ended up in my domain. I had long perfected the ability to create steps and launch myself off of them, allowing me to all but fly. I did that now, striking the sasquatch with one hit after another. He was useless in the air. Once his momentum was broken, he could no longer put any power into his strikes. As for me, while my sword strikes were also weaker, it was ultimately Alysia’s sharpness that made the difference.
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“Blade Slash, Blade Strike, Blade Hit!” There were a lot of sword skills that just happened to be the word blade followed by some variation of the word hit.
A more skilled swordsman might have known exactly what each skill meant and how to use them to their greatest advantage in every situation. That was the power of having a teacher and learning the sword compared to accepting the lore and reasoning it out. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any such training. I was just spamming them to keep the sasquatch in the air and ping-ponging about the forest below.
This flurry of attacks couldn’t last forever though, and I finally allowed the sasquatch to fall back to the floor. He crashed into a nearby clearing, and I landed on the opposite side. As the smoke and dust cleared, the Rampaging Sasquatch was standing on his feet. He let out an ear-splitting roar. Compared to King Roth’s lion’s roar, it lacked much punch, but it was still loud.
“This guy is tough!” Alysia cried out.
I lifted her, ready to launch another attack. At that moment, his body broke away, turning into the miasma. He died standing. Before I could let out a sigh, I noticed something else.
“Huh? The fog has disappeared.”
